Today, I was supposed to work from 3 to 10:30.  That’s 7 hours, excluding my 30 minute break.  When I went to clock in, I looked around to see who all was working.  Let’s see, there was Guy Who Sounds Gay But Isn’t (GWSGBI), New Girl (NG) and Night Manager.  Now this night manager is different, because the other manager I mentioned leaves at about 8.  This Night Manager stays all night.  So the previous Night manager will be Black Night Manager (BNM), and this Night Manager will just be NM. Go it?  As for NG, She started about 2 a week and a half ago.  She’d worked fast food before, but she didn’t really know wtf she was doing anyway.  So I helped her out the first day I met her, ect.  Now usually, there are 7 people working at a time.  3 people called in.  So NM had to put a sign on the door saying that the dining area was closed, because we couldn’t handle both Drive-Thru and the register with only 4 people.  NG and I had never worked the Drive-Thru before.  But we had to, because GWSGBI and NM both had to work in the kitchen.  NG and I stumbled over the first few orders, but we got the hang of it eventually.

Now let me tell you something about the people in Drive-Thru.  They are dicks.  Every single damn one of them. Okay, well out of the 100 orders I personally took, maybe 3 people were polite.  So I’m going to write a letter to all Drive Thru users.

Dear Drive-Thru users,

            There is no need to shout.  There is no need to get bitchy.  If you’ve got a long ass complicated order, please, give me time to get it right before you continue with your spiel.  Do not, under any fucking circumstances, decide to A.) Completely change your order once you get up to the window. B.)  Order something else once you get to the window, and expect it to be in the fucking bag before you even finish telling me what it is. Or C.) Sit there for 30 minutes deciding what the fuck you want, only to say “Well…hmm…I guess I’ll just have an ice water”.  I will strangle you.  Oh and just so you know, just because I’m a teenager working at a fast food joint, that doesn’t mean I’m stupid.  Treat me like a human, and I’ll treat you like one.  And please, for the love of Ra’s sweet virgin ass, if you start getting hungry around 10:59 PM, just go on home.  Because if you make me stay longer than I have to, I’ll rip off your head and shit down your throat, Doom style.  And If I say that the shake machine is down, don’t ask for a different type of shake than you previously did. THE FUCKING SHAKE MACHINE IS DOWN YOU STUPID WHORE!  Hmm…what else….Oh, and to the car full of stoners, thank you for the contact high you gave me earlier today.  It smelled fantastic.  But if you want your damn marinara sauce heated up, then you can sit on it for all I care.

                                                                             Love and Kisses,

                                                                            Karrie                                    

It wasn’t so bad though.  NG and I kept good time.  She had taken one order, and they were waiting to drive up, then she took another by saying “Hi, welcome to Burger King, where you can always have it your way, what can I get you?”  I don’t know why, but we both burst out laughing.  The car I mentioned first pulled up to the window while we were cackling like crazy old bats, and I said(between giggles) “I’m sorry sir, what drink did you want?”  He laughed and said “I’d like a coke. And some of whatever ya’ll have been drinking.”  “Rum!”  (Said his companion)  “Rum and Coke, coming right up”  (Insert giggle fit)

A little while later, NG was still using the funny welcome, and one guy answered” Well, since I can have it MY way, then I’ll have…blahblahblah” (Insert another giggle fit).  If none of this seems as funny to you as it does to me, it’s probably because we were tired, and stressed with the extra workload.  If that wasn’t a crash course in Drive-Thru, I don’t know what would be.   After I’d cleaned the bathrooms and taken care of the trash, we took our last order.  The guy didn’t even get a chance to drive away before I locked the window up.  I mopped some, swept some, and clocked out.  Now the beautiful thigh about closing, is that if there’s any leftovers, the employee’s can take them.  So I let everyone else get what they wanted, and then announced that I was taking the rest.  Everyone looked at me like I was nuts.  I explained that my family would kill me if I didn’t bring them something, and that our miniature-horse dog would gladly take care of anything leftover.  I ended up with a huge ass bag of food.  I said “Damn, I feel like the Santa Clause of Fast Food.  They better welcome me home like a Queen!”  They laughed.  I gathered everything into my car, and got the hell out of dodge.  My feet hurt, and I’ve got to take La Madre to work tomorrow, so I’m out. Later Dudes!